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VOICES OF THE DEAD 


CHARLOTTE CORDAY AND MARAT 
MAZZINI AND THE COUNTESS OSSOLI 
DELESCLUZE ON THE BARRICADE 





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[ See Villiaume’s history for well-authenticated particulars 
concerning Marat and his assassination, which, if seen by 
Mr. Carlyle, might have corrected some errors in his most 
eloqnent, but impassioned story of the French Revolution.] 


CHARLOTTE CORDAY AND MARAT 


CHARLOTTE CORDAY 

These are the Fields Elysian. Who is this, 

The first to meet me ? Lower than myself 
In stature, and with countenance as harsh 
And undelightful as the features were 
Of Socrates ! — And yet not without grace 
Or dignity — repulsive though at first. 

Is this the wretch I slew? Is this Marat? 
Smiling he meets me, with his hand held out 
—To me his murderer: can I turn aside? 

He draws me tow’rd him with that potent smile. 
Does he not know me — Charlotte Corday ? 

MARAT 

Yes 

I know thee, Charlotte ! though to thee unknown 
As yet, for all my outward lineaments 
Recall thy crime. 

CHARLOTTE CORDAY 

By heaven, it was no crime 
I slew the foe of France. 


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CHARLOTTE CORD AY MARAT 


MARAT 

For Barbaroux l 

CHARLOTTE CORDAY 

Thou sayest truth. And Danton was my mark. 
Aiming at him, my hand was turn’d to thee, 
Proseriber too of the Girondins : my deed 
But half premeditated, not less good. 

I hated tyrants. 

MARAT 

We were one in this. 
And that I hated tyrants was enough 
To point the tyrant-hater’s steel against 
My heart. 

CHARLOTTE CORDAY 

And hadst thou then a heart ? Marat i 

MARAT 

Methinks that thou hast not to< question me. 

“/ ai?i unfortunate ; and so to be 

“ Gives me a right to your protecting care T 

These were thy words.— Well rnayest thou hang 

thy head. 

As Cain Marat was cursed, for his great sin,— 

He loved the Poor. None ever call’d him false. 
One woman only to thy level stept: 

The Wife of Heber, heedless of the dues 
Of sacred hospitality. To her 
Her enemy came. — And was it really France 
Required thy patriot dagger ? Answer me ! 


CHARLOTTE COREA V &* MARAT 


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CHARLOTTE CORDAY 

I will speak truth. I did love France indeed,— 
Next to my lover. And I loved my king, 

And hated the republic. It is true 
I first sought Danton ; but they gave me hope 
That daring soul might be less firm of will 
Than thou or Robespierre, and haply won 
To place the Dauphin on his father’s throne. 

And so I broke the cursed Triumvirate, 

I cared not how. But why should I confess 
To this my enemy? 

MARAT 

Here is the truth. 

No falsehood or equivocation serves 
Beyond the tomb.— Thou weepest; and I see 
Already thou repentest of the deed 
That erewhile seem’d so glorious. 

CHARLOTTE CORDAY 

Can it be 

That I have wrong’d thee? Surely it was right 
To stay the murderous course of cruelty? 

That thou wast cruel, wilt deny ? Marat! 

MARAT 

Cruel against the cruel! Sayest thou ? 

And against whom did I provoke, not haste 
Of savage hate, but justice swiftly sure ? 

Ask .of our France, of France the prey of kings, 
Poor France the victim of the aristocrat! 


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CHARLOTTE CORD AY MARAT 


Ask of the People ! Could I be their friend, 

And not be cruel—if I dared be just? 

Ask of the ages of their agony, 

"Whose term I would have hasten’d ! Ask not me, 
Defenceless : for I cared not even to beg 
The tardy reparation which sometimes 
May wreathe a felon’s grave. 

CHARLOTTE CORDAY 

Thou hadst not need. 

Even from the scaffold I could see the crowd 
Of mourners at thy funeral. Indeed 
The tears of all the poor fell on thy grave, 

There in that garden — the Cordeliers’, 

Where thou wast laid in honour, the while I 
Was lifted above execrations. 

MARAT 

That is nought. 

Fickle the popular breath ! To-morrow Fame 
Will bid historians write of Charlotte’s worth 
And brand the squalid “horse-leech.” Let it be ! 
But here, where Fame sends not her lying breath, 
(Out-blown by Death, more tuneful trumpeter), 
We better know. And thou and I in face 
Have truer vision. 

CHARLOTTE CORDAY 

I repent, Marat! 

A woman’s heart may lead her judgment wrong. 

I did mistake. Yet was my meaning right. 


CHARLOTTE CORD AY 6 - MARAT 


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MARAT 

If our intents excuse us— Ivnewest thou mine? 
May not Marat put in as safe a plea ? 

CHARLOTTE CORDAY 
And Barbaroux ? 

MARAT 

And more of the Gironde. 
Say all! Poor combatants, in mid of dark 
Slaughtering each other, which shall be absolved ? 
Nor thou nor I perhaps by common minds. 

And yet the horse-leech and his murderer- 

Enough! such word may no more pass my lips. 
All but thy treachery shall be forgiven ; 

I have forgotten that. Now take my hand! 


MAZZINI AND THE COUNTESS OSSOLI 


COUNTESS OSSOLI 

Your leave, Mazzini! but indeed you are wrong 
So to expose yourself. Think of your friends ! 
MAZZINI 

I have no thought to-day except of Rome. 

COUNTESS OSSOLI 

But for Rome’s sake,— the duty we all owe 



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Even to the Cause, though everything be lost. 
MAZZINI 

I watch the embers of our Roman hope : 

If Rome endure the Gaul with dignity, 

And yield as nobly as ’twas bravely fought. 
COUNTESS OSSOLI 

I pray you, care to save yourself. Your life 
Must yet be serviceable. 

MAZZINI 

Trust in God — 

And in his justice, that it shall be so ! 

Yet would the Senate had acclaim’d my words; 

Or we withstood the foe from street to street, 
From house to house, though to succumb at last. 
There would be time to rear a monument 
Of Roman Ruin, — so their Victory 
Might shrink aghast and trembling slay itself. 

COUNTESS OSSOLI 
Against such force ? 

MAZZINI 

They would not dare the throe 
Of dying Rome ; but watch us from their heights, 
And hire Starvation to complete their task. 

But what I ask’d the Assembly was to leave 
The walls of Rome and carry Rome itself— 

The Roman life—the valour which is Rome — 
Wherever we might find a place to stand 
For briefest breathing-time beyond the line 


MAZZINI THE COUNTESS OSSOLI 7 

Of Gallic insolence. One swift defeat 
Of Austria had raised the Romagnese : 

There had been the Republic. And for France, 
She should have occupied, not conquer’d Rome. 
But the Assembly would not: could not see 
That Rome is Italy. And now- 

COUNTESS OSSOLI 

The French ! 

They clear the street. The people move away 
Reluctantly, and murmuring, with bent brows, 
And looks as they would stab the intruders. 

MAZZINI 

So! 

And yet they say I only held my power 
By terror. 

COUNTESS OSSOLI 

All in Rome know that is false. 

MAZZINI 

A priestly lie, to make excuse for France! > 

No sentinel stood guard before our door; 

Nor did we doom a single foe to death. 

COUNTESS OSSOLI 

You did not seem to expect French enmity. 

MAZZINI 

My hope forbade to question ; nor withdrew 
( For trust preventeth treason — I have found,) 
Until the liar Oudinot broke truce. 

Fit tool for presidential perfidy! 



8 MAZZINI THE COUNTESS OS SOLI 


COUNTESS OSSOLI 

Yet now, their baseness manifest, you place • 

Your life at the mercy of a villain’s shot. 

MAZZINI 

Even Napoleon’s sbirri would not dare 
Assassinate me in the streets of Rome. 

A prisoner, I would only be in the way. 

Fear not for me ! I am as safe as when 
We stood together, where I met you first, 

In that small school, among our organ-boys. 

Poor old Pistrucci! 

COUNTESS OSSOLI 

Well I mind that night. 
Your English friends, how they will grieve at this. 
As we Americans shall also. 

MAZZINI 

Grieve ! 

Ay ! there is room for grief, even for yourselves : 
Most for yourselves who left us all unhelp’d. 

One earnest word from your America 
(Since England under atheist bonds of Trade, 
Manhood forgotten, might not intervene), 

Or, words without effect, one ship of war 
Cruising before Marseilles, we had been free. 

Our hands were strong enough for Austria; 

And Naples crouch’d already at our feet. 

COUNTESS OSSOLI 

Would God it had been! But our fathers taught 


MAZZINI &> THE COUNTESS OSSOLI 


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To avoid all interference and all part 
In Europe’s quarrels. Surely it was wise ; 

And time has well approved their policy. 

MAZZINI 

Not wise, not right, my friend ! to stand aside 
When struggling Right requires our duteous strength.' 
I know how your traditions hamper you. 

And that alliance between South and North, 
Slave-owner and New Puritan, may be 
Entanglement enough. It will break up 

Your empire-Yes ! I said. I can not say 

Republic. No res-publica with slaves, 

And life unregulated, flung to chance,— 

Duty a word unknown, your days divorced 
From God’s great work, his will not track’d by you. 

A crowd of pedlars (say you call’d none slaves), 
Gamblers and thieves,— these do not constitute 
A Commonwealth. A caravanserai 
Is not republican. I had not framed 
Our Roman State on such an archetype ; 

Nor, as in England, made mere trade the aim 
And end of our Italian Liberty. 

Forgive my bitter words ! My heart is sore. 

COUNTESS OSSOLI 

Mine too, Mazzini! Do I not feel for you? 

It is so hard, shipwreck’d in sight of port. 

But yet the very record of defeat 

Shows written underneath the certain pledge 



io MAZZINI <3- THE COUNTESS OS SO LI 

Of future triumph. All that has been done 
In these proud days, by you and by your Rome, 

Is done— the seed of a great harvest-time, 

■Sown in God’s Field. He hath the care of it. 

MAZZINI 

I know it. I am sure that Rome again 
Shall give a new religion to the world — 

(It is my faith— Despair itself respects) : 

The new religion of a life, not left 
To priestly ordering of time and place 
For intermittent worship of the Truth, 

But organized so that the lowest man 
Is priest, and an unceasing worshiper, 

Seeking the meaning of Eternal Law 
And with endeavour dutiful the same 
In every place and season to fulfil. 

The hour shall come ; and, from the Capitol 
Proclaim’d, the world shall hear the Word and live. 
Nor nations thenceforth dare to crush the growth 
Of equal nations or to disallow 
The holy bond of human brotherhood. 

France overthrows not God’s Futurity. 

Rome moveth yet. Farewell! I must go forth. 
COUNTESS OSSOLI 

God be with you ! dear friend ! And yet again 
I do intreat some caution for yourself. 

MAZZINI 

Be you assured! My work doth not yet end. 


MAZZINI &• THE COUNTESS OS SOLI ir 

countess ossoli {alone) 

His hand has almost scorch’d mine, though the snow 
(The wintry thought of these last anxious days) 

Lies on his head. I have seen Etna’s top 
So streak’d with grey. I pray God keep him safe. 


DELESCLUZE ON THE BARRICADE 


Mazzini! thou wast right. Far-sighted friend ! 

Thy judgment was correct. The dead are dead : 
Their ghosts are powerless. Perhaps my heart 
Presaged as much. But for our France, alas 1 
What else remain’d for patriot zeal to attempt ? 

Our ancient commune— franchise of old Gaul,— 
Was it for that I cared ? But if a? means 
Of present safety— ground whereon to build? 

What could we do with France demoralized, 
Imperialized, degenerate, without faith 
Or energy; hedged in with German steel, . 

And at our heart division ? What was left, 

What else as Frenchmen, for the few to do? 

France fallen, Paris saved : why, we had saved 
All France. Freed Paris lifts the whole. 

And was not this, my friend! your thought at Rome ? 


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DELESCL UZE ON THE BARRICADE 


We were heroic too as even the best 

Of your best Romans-and the end the same. 

Why do my thoughts recall that time of shame — 
When Baudin fail’d and none would hear Ledru ? 

O France ! that knell was prelude unto ours. 

The assassin who stabb’d Rome is hidden here : 
Napoleon yet more vilely mask’d as Thiers. 

So ever on the trail of Public Wrong, 

Howe’er successful, the Avenger treads : 

Sure overtaker, certain of his due. 

What else had we to do ? It was our work, 

The suffrage, — thine, Ledru ! how could’st thou see 
Its sad misuse and live ? It was our pledge 
Of faith, from man to man. We had some right 
To trust, who trusted so. We hark not back 
For all misusing, nor repent our course 
For disappointment: but to only know 
Our bright, intelligent Paris, brave and true, 
Out-voted by these peasants drill’d and driven 
By priests that dog-like lick’d Napoleon’s sores ; 

1 o bow, and not to mere dull Ignorance 
That might be led into the clearer light, 

But brutal Ignorance goaded on by Lies; 

To give up the Republic to the Priest, 

And make of human right a stepping-stone 
O’er which new Tyranny might climb to power 



DELESCLUZE ON THE BARRICADE 


In virtue of the popular will— so said :- 

Better heroic daring and all lost; 

And one endeavour at redress our grave. 

Well! “Communists ! ” We have not coveted 
The style of Christian ; but the names, meseems. 
Are synonyms. It is a strange reproach 
Flung out by those who call them by his name, 
And boast adherence to the doctrines taught 
By the Great Communist from whom they date 
The world’s redemption. Yet not very strange. 
Not only that of his tenets now denied. 

Misunderstood— as we are. Did we preach, 
Like Christ, community of goods ? We strove, 
As in old Gaul, to establish in the land 
Some cities of refuge. Nay ! a single one, 
Wherein self-government might grow to fruit. 

We did not seek to graft our special kind 
Upon the Liberty Tree we dared to plant 
In the waste garden of the Tuileries. 

I ask myself again, — What else to do 
Amidst the rubbish of that ruin’d throne? 

Some old republicans still living; else 
A generation hopeless and effete. 

’Twas a last effort. It is time to die. 

Nothing of what is past returns again. 



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DELESCL UZE ON THE BARRICADE 


Could we recall the past! To summon back 
The days that follow’d February : days 
When we had power, and will, but were so young 
In policy ; to undo all that June 
Of fiery terror, and the after June 
Repeating— when Rome felt the secret knife 
Of our forgiven president. Again 
My thoughts return to Baudin. I would share 
His fate,— all lost beside. Death seemeth slow 

When waited for. Alas ! unhappy France- 

[ A shot strikes him down. ] 

I also, France ! have well deserved of thee. 


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